Chapter 901 - 895: Proving Identity 4

Chapter 901: Chapter 895: Proving Identity 4

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Vincent Ford’s hands moved, using both hands, each stroke possessed the style of a master.

When he painted seriously, his brow furrowed slightly, seemingly his mood was shifting with his brush.

Just the first few strokes stunned everyone.

This elegance, this technique, it is far beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

Ryan Lane felt his heart was about to leap out, watching the growing beauty on the paper, occasionally lifting his eyes to gaze at Vincent’s stern visage as he painted.

Every stroke, every mark, was the essence.

Many people could not learn this in ten years.

Before long, the creek and mountain painting was more than halfway complete.

Fans were shocked: "How... how is this possible? Mr. Castle is supposed to be a seventy-year-old man, right?"

"Yes, how could this be? Was there a mistake somewhere?"

"Oh my god, this painting... it’s so beautiful."

"And it’s just a draft, yet so heavenly; could he really be Mr. Castle?"

"It’s too stunning, witnessing Mr. Castle painting, my life is complete."

While Vincent Ford was painting, the two elders who had been skeptical were also dumbfounded.

Painting from memory without the original image, isn’t this identical to the original?!!!

Ryan Lane and Johnny Winslow, as a couple, had long been immersed, forgetting the tensions of reality, fully focused on watching the master at work.

Tiana Thorne watched her third brother, her heart surging incessantly.

She too painted, naturally understanding the essence in the art, her brother was indeed exceptional among artists.

This painting by her brother was enough to prove he himself is Mr. Castle, but no one interrupted, as everyone was immersed in the enchantment of the artist and his painting.

Aaron Jennings watched the painting in a panic, normally he would be like others, admiring it.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear, sweat poured down his forehead in beads, he wiped it several times, but to no avail.

It was over...

All his efforts over the years, were gone.

Once the painting was complete, the hall was silent.

No one dared question that the man before them, Vincent Ford, was not Mr. Castle.

Ryan Lane was so moved that tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, immediately extending a trembling hand: "Mr. Castle, I’ve long admired you, long admired."

Vincent Ford shook his hand, without words, just a smile gracing his lips, enchanting.

The two elders from before seeing this blushed, never expecting they had confronted Mr. Castle, whom they had admired for years.

The elder lowered his face, also wanting to shake hands, awkwardly saying: "Well, earlier I was..."

Vincent Ford calmly interrupted him: "To be admired by you is a disgrace to me."

At this, the elder’s face turned even redder.

The other lowered his head too, regretting the previous disdainful remarks.

The fans were all silent.

Only Tiana Thorne gently lifted her lips in a smile, she simply hadn’t expected her brother, as a talented artist, could also be sharp-tongued.

The face slap came so fast like a tornado.

It was just great~

"Senior..."

Ryan Lane quickly interrupted him, admiring sincerely: "No, no, no, in the world of calligraphy and painting, you are our senior. I truly never expected Mr. Castle would be you, so young, with such talent, being addressed as senior, I can’t bear it."

Vincent Ford was naturally a proud person, he was neither courteous nor pretentious, just turned his gaze towards Aaron Jennings.

At this moment, the warmth and politeness in his eyes receded, severity filled them: "Do I still need to provide other proof?"